"Wedge"? That is a name from the past. I wasn't aware he still played or was even involved with the sport anymore.
Yes, I am trying to put a story together in regards to Jimmy. I have been in contact with a few of the old cohorts and doing my best toround up some info. Maybe there is not enough available, but we'll see.
Jimmy was a real piece of work. Very slick. A tremendous talent on the pool table. The way he broke the rack for 9-ball and park the cue ball dead consistently was something to see. While shooting Straight pool, he could actually tell you "I'm going to run 45 and then let the other guy shoot." And he would do it. There were 12 tables at Heisters Lanes, in Reading, and he ran 100 on every one of them.
In Wrightsville, PA, there was a little lunchonette known as Straps. In the backroom there were two 9 footers. For a very small town, Wrightsville had some real strong shooters. One of those was Duke Bayman. Straight Pool was the game of choice then and Duke had the talent to pack a 60 to 100 ball run on at any time. Jimmy and Schneider went to Straps one afternoon for some action. I am fairly certain the match was a lengthy 125 or 150 pointer for the cash. Of course, the boys in Wrightsville didn't know who Jimmy was. Duke relayed to me afterward about this guy he played. He told me that if he ran 25 balls, the other guy would run 30. If he ran 30 balls, the other guy would run 35. He said he felt like he was being toyed with. At Straps, they called him the Apache Kid because of the way he came in and scalped everyone. When Duke described Jimmy and Schneider and the inscribed "Red Devil" on his custom Meucci, I told him, "That was Jimmy Matz!"
I can play very well at times and I played 9-ball with Jimmy for probably a couple hundred hours, but I never could get ahead of him.
He did spend alot of time on the road. I believe he had a route through Myrtle Beach, Atlanta, parts of Mississippi and Florida.
I am looking for those missing links. And knowing Jimmy, there was certainly a good little story behind them.
I believe it was the Fall of 1979, when he wrecked his black Corvette, in Florida, and sustained a head injury. Unfortunately, after that he was never quite the same. Still a monster on the pool table, but that injury must have conjured up demons that drove him to behave strangely at times and eventually led to an early demise.
Jimmy is basically now a legend (especially here in Central PA) of which maybe we can bring back to life.
Any info is valuable and greatly appreciated.